Page 5 of Beg for Death
He kept shuffling.
I crossed the room and grabbed a handful of his hair. "Did you hear me, boy?"
"No, sir!" He whimpered. "I'm sorry."
"I don't like repeating myself. Sit down on that bed and shut up. Keep still. If I catch you squirming around, I'll beat that pretty little culoass, got it?"
Felix nodded quickly. His bottom lip trembled. Once more, he got that look in his eyes like he was going to cry. His bottom lids were all watery as he stared at me with nervous glances. My cock pulsed in my jeans. He reminded me of Jasper; that same hair, the same shape of eyes. The only difference was that Felix had an air of innocence about him. Like a puppy that had been kicked in the head way too many times.
"Stay," I said.
"But I?—"
I glared at him. "What did I say?"
Felix went quiet. No, I wasn't going to have that. I grabbed both his cheeks and dug my nails in hard, squishing them inward.
"I asked you a question. What did I say?"
"Stay," he replied, his voice trembling. "I'll stay. I'll be good."
I'll be good.
Three little words, and my cock was throbbing. Shit. Who the hell was he? Jasper was nothing like this. Felix's big, honey eyes and shaking bottom lip made me want to hold him down and fuck his pretty mouth until he sobbed.
That is not what I'm here for! Focus!
Right, I was supposed to be getting my revenge. Not getting off. Prison had been long and isolating, though, and I had to admit I was so horny my brain was building up fantasies of the closest person to me right now. And that was Felix. All Felix. I took another step into the room. As soon as I crossed the threshold, he shoved back against the iron headboard and shook. His eyes were fixed on mine. I smiled.
"You running from me, boy?" I asked. "What's the matter? You scared, pequeñolittle?"
Felix shook his head, but his eyes said everything I needed to know. He was terrified. I looked him up and down. He was still dressed in the same clothes from the night I'd taken him. Andeven though there was a shower, he hadn't used it. I couldn't have that. I snapped my fingers.
"Get up. Strip."
Felix stared at me, his eyes wide. "What?"
"Don't say what to me," I growled. "Do what you're told." I reached down and started undoing my belt. "Or do I need to help you with that?"
His face went pale. Felix shook his head quickly, his hair whipping back and forth. A soft, shuddery inhale filled the air. He trembled, every inch of his soft belly and thighs jiggling as he finally stood up and quickly started stripping off his clothes. I watched. The patchwork on his face—vitiligo, I was sure it was called—looked creamy and pale against his skin that was a shade darker. He moved swiftly. A T-shirt tossed over his head onto the floor. Shoes toed off. And finally, he undid his pants, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband. That was when he realized I hadn't looked away. He blinked up at me.
"Um, I-I need..."
"You don't need shit," I corrected him. "Take off the clothes. Every last bit," I insisted, my accent slipping in, thicker with arousal. "And stand there in front of me. Naked."
Felix's ears and face turned red. It spread down his neck. I watched his hands tremble as he tried to tug his pants down, but they refused to move. When I took a step forward, he jumped and a whimper slipped from his lips. He finally met my gaze and cowered.
"I'm trying, sir," he whispered. "I'm trying."
Something twisted in my guts. "Trying isn't good enough. Do it," I demanded. "Or I'll cut them off of you."
A new wave of horror crashed over his face. Felix's fingers finally started to work again. He shoved the jeans down his body along with the dark blue boxers he was wearing. His soft, pink cock popped out and he quickly grabbed it with his left hand,hiding it away from my view. That was fine. I took in the view anyway.
"Turn around."
Felix swallowed thickly. "Please... please don't hurt me. I don't even know what I'm doing here. I?—"
"Shut your fucking mouth or I'll stuff my dick in it," I said evenly. "Turn."
